This way. [With a - gentle - hand to her elbow, Charles leads Alysia towards his home, moving through smaller alleyways, where people have put out their laundry to dry in the sunshine, where kids are playing, noisy and alive like Nassau is in Charles' best memories of his town.
Inside his lodgings, though, it's much quieter. He opens the lock he had on the door and lets Alysia step in first before closing the door behind them, breathing out through his nose as he allows himself to drop the act for an instant, the pain showing on his face for just a moment before he steels himself again.]
You can boil water here. [He motions to the small stove in a corner of the room - the whole place is one room, only the commodes partitioned off. The bed is in one corner, furthest away from the kitchen area, while an abundance of throw pillows and blankets make up what Charles considers his sitting-room.] I'll get some clean linens.
[He goes straight to rummage through his dresser for clean strips of linen - he might not be his ship's physician but he knows better not to have bandages at hand, and pulls out an amount of them before sitting on his bed, groaning to himself.
Carefully, he removes his weapons from his sides, before shrugging off his jacket, then his shirt, closing his eyes as the pain rushes through him when he pulls at the wound. The hastily wrapped bandage around his side is soaked with blood and has gone through to his shirt, a dark patch by his elbow.]
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Inside his lodgings, though, it's much quieter. He opens the lock he had on the door and lets Alysia step in first before closing the door behind them, breathing out through his nose as he allows himself to drop the act for an instant, the pain showing on his face for just a moment before he steels himself again.]
You can boil water here. [He motions to the small stove in a corner of the room - the whole place is one room, only the commodes partitioned off. The bed is in one corner, furthest away from the kitchen area, while an abundance of throw pillows and blankets make up what Charles considers his sitting-room.] I'll get some clean linens.
[He goes straight to rummage through his dresser for clean strips of linen - he might not be his ship's physician but he knows better not to have bandages at hand, and pulls out an amount of them before sitting on his bed, groaning to himself.
Carefully, he removes his weapons from his sides, before shrugging off his jacket, then his shirt, closing his eyes as the pain rushes through him when he pulls at the wound. The hastily wrapped bandage around his side is soaked with blood and has gone through to his shirt, a dark patch by his elbow.]